A cigarette after ***
gets old
when it's the only thing
burning
in your world.
When Netflix feels like
family,
you wonder where
everyone went.
************ feels like
a cry for help--
So help you God.
Missing your home
is second
to missing who
you once were.
Eastern philosophy,
Karl Marx, Rawls--
We don't know
any ******* thing,
really.
Pretending to be more.
Pretending to be smarter
than we really are.
May holes in our sides
let others see
that we're beating, too--
just not as ferociously
or as honestly.
May we vanish
into the darkness
that best suits us.
If the light is our night,
may we follow it.
Follow it...
Follow it...
Rebel from our frame.
May God grant us
to be more
than losers.
Apr 20, 2015
Apr 20, 2015 at 12:31 AM UTC
A cigarette after ***
gets old
when it's the only thing
burning
in your world.
When Netflix feels like
family,
you wonder where
everyone went.
************ feels like
a cry for help--
So help you God.
Missing your home
is second
to missing who
you once were.
Eastern philosophy,
Karl Marx, Rawls--
We don't know
any ******* thing,
really.
Pretending to be more.
Pretending to be smarter
than we really are.
May holes in our sides
let others see
that we're beating, too--
just not as ferociously
or as honestly.
May we vanish
into the darkness
that best suits us.
If the light is our night,
may we follow it.
Follow it...
Follow it...
Rebel from our frame.
May God grant us
to be more
than losers.
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